December 1, 2013

A good four day weekend

We don't usually post food photos, but the breakfast was superb.

This piece of furniture was wobbly in just about every place that it could wobble. I made it 34 years ago in Junior High wood shop class, and didn't follow directions. I finally took the time to fix it.

After removing the top half, I found the handwriting of my 13 year old self. Since every student was making the same telephone end table, we had to put our names on each piece.

These nails, all of them, were driven into the pedestal at all sorts of angles, over all sorts of decades, in order to keep the thing together. I pulled them all out and put it all back together with wood screws.

Now it solidly stands on its pedestal. I never did build the drawer that goes in that slot. Mom used to make me feel better by saying that it's better without it because you can put your phonebook in the slot. Thanks Mom.

The cabin from a distance. That's Overlook Mountain back there.

The recent nor'easter took a maple down. Here it is all cut up. The chainsaw was my birthday present a year and a half ago. Hands down my favorite tool. We'd be in trouble without it.

2 comments:

Dido what Shirley said. I have a hutch that my grandfather made for me. One of my favorite things about it is that on the bottom of one of the draws he wrote, "Jamie wants this one." It's nice to be able to pull it out and see his handwriting.